Buddhan, the rickshaw puller
Worked very hard all day
For making two meals a day
He did not prosper
With extra hours of work
For he drank alcohol
Almost every evening
He produced a kid a year
This time it was fourth
His wife dissatisfied and angry
Pleaded in her own way
Buddhan! Give up alcohol
Buddhan angrily resented
He supported himself, said
If he worked all day
He needs a drink hard
One day he was detected
With multiple sickness
And one day, very soon
He died in harness
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